Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 04:21:18 +0100
From: David Spowart
Subject: Well that was unexpected chapters 2 (Revised)
O.K., the usual warnings apply: This story contains sex between males of
consenting age, and if your state or country does not allow such material
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Written by David S
Edited by Russ J
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Well That Was Unexpected
By Dave S
Chapter 2
"So, who was the guy?" Dale asked.
And even though he said I could talk to him about anything, did I really
want to have this conversation with him? You know, gay sex? Could he handle
that much information?
"Nobody really. Just a hook up," I replied, a sort of non-committal
response.
"Did you even know his name? And, Josh, please tell me you are taking
precautions?" Dale continued, with a hint of concern in his voice. He just
wanted to know if I was being safe.
"Yes, his name is Jeff. He and I have hooked up a couple of times, and it
was just head, okay, nothing heavy," I replied. "Just mutual satisfaction,
on which you don't want me to go into," I continued.
"So, just blowjobs then?" he continued.
"Fuck sake, Dale," I responded. "Dude, it's just personal, that's all," I
stated.
I really was uncomfortable talking about this to my best friends, and since
it had only been an hour ago that I came out to them, my brain was just all
messed up, and I didn't want to talk about this any longer tonight. I know
they are only trying to be supportive, but seriously, I just need to get my
head around my new status in my friends' lives, as I am now their gay best
friend.
"Josh, we just want to be there for you, that's all. We care too much about
you to see you get hurt through some random pick up, and it does
happen. You have read the stories how guys get picked up and end up half
beaten, raped, and left for dead, and sometimes end up the latter. It's
just concern, that's all," Todd said with the same care that Dale is
showing.
"And I appreciate it, I do," I replied, with genuine affection for these
two guys, my best friends that I wouldn't trade for a blowjob off Channing
Tatum. And that is saying something. Okay, just kidding.
"Have you not scoped out any potentials here?" Dale asked.
"No, and I don't intend to. I can't take the hate from bigots and
homophobes. Not in my first year. I couldn't handle it," I pleaded to let
it drop.
"For fuck sake, Josh, live your life, dude, and if anyone gives you grief
they have to contend with us. And I have backup, dude, so just be your
self. We will help you, and we mean that." They both nodded as Todd spoke.
"Please, can you just let things be? I beg you, just let things carry on as
they are," again, I pleaded.
"And, what? Risk you getting hurt? Not fucking likely. We care too much for
that to happen. Look, Josh, don't you want to be happy? I mean, we are not
saying go out into campus with a sign saying `I am gay, come date me.' I
mean, there will be guys like you hiding; go seek them out. Cultivate new
friendships. Go find a date. Just don't go to Cooper Street for hook-ups,
coz that will piss me right off."
Dale was pleading his case with me to be careful, and he makes good sense,
but I have never gone out looking for a date, or in Dales eyes a
boyfriend. I mean, Cooper Street was a given. You went into the club, and
you are going to get something. But that's a candy store compared to
college. And my experience with Kyle—he sought me out—and that only
lasted a couple of weeks before his parents found out about him and
grounded him for life.
"Okay, no more Cooper Street, and I will switch my gaydar on to maximum to
seek out someone. But, please, both of you don't treat me any different, as
that was one of my fears, that you would change on me."
"Known a year, dude. Have I treated you any different?" Todd asked.
"Okay, no. But you know what I mean," I said.
"We won't treat you any different, Josh, we promise. And if you think we
are, just say. Okay?" Dale spoke directly and to the point, and I just
replied, "Thank you."
"And secondly, don't ever, and I mean this...ever...try and hook me up with
any dude. Okay? I will find my own," I informed them.
"Shit," Todd said, "I know this guy..." I cut him off straight away.
"Todd!"
"Okay, no hook-ups," Todd backed down.
After that, we talked until late. The temperature dropped as the night went
on, but it was still very muggy I am telling you. I bet this AC works in
the fucking winter. This really sucks. They have been fixing it for four
weeks! We should stop paying rent `til it's repaired. It's not just our
room; Dale says it's off in his and Ty's room also. It just sucks.
Dale went back to his room around midnight, and Todd and I went to bed to
go to sleep. It had been an exhausting day in more ways than one. I had
come out to my two closest friends, and they did not hate me. Todd had
known for a year and never picked me up on it; wow, that shocked me to be
honest. And, now that I have promised to stay away from Cooper Street, I
have to go fishing in college, to find someone I like. Perhaps I should try
Craigslist? Bad idea. Dale finds out and I'm history, as that's worse than
Cooper Street. Nineteen and horny. Shit, I've got to get busy and find
someone, starting tomorrow. But, for now I need sleep, as today was
interesting and could have gone much worse. But I am pleased my friends
know. I don't regret that now. But, when it was going on, I will be honest;
I was terrified with every scenario that was playing in my brain.
And further more, do you know what pisses me off? Jack, Todd's fucking
cousin. We hung out all last summer, and I didn't know he was fucking
gay. So much missed opportunity. I could have been getting laid all through
summer. And he is fucking hot as well, almost in the same league as Todd
himself, but still fucking hot. And there was Dale's cousin, Peter. Yeah,
he was obvious. He was, you know, `out there and fabulous.' Don't get me
wrong. He is a nice guy, but not what I need in my life, that's all. Okay,
sleep. I need sleep.
...
I woke up just minutes before the alarm was going to go off, and shocked to
feel cool air coming from the AC. `Bout fucking time. I had an early class
at 9am on the dot, and its now, "Shit. 8.46am." Fuck, I have to run.
I ran like the wind, ran right past some cute guys, couldn't stop to admire
them...shame...but running late. Got to the lecture just in time, sat down
and never noticed the guy sitting next to me for over half an hour. Then, I
looked around as the professor stopped talking, and the guy to my left was
illegally good looking. There has to be a law stating how hot you can be at
this time in the morning. It's just wrong to allow this to happen, how can
a gay guy work, with sex-on-legs sitting next to you, and you are totally
boned up? It's just so wrong.
The lecture lasted just over an hour, and my next class isn't until after
lunch, so I went for a walk around campus. Then I planned to have lunch,
seemed like a good idea, but sat under the very same oak tree I sat under
last night whilst talking to Dale. Then I spotted sex-on-legs walking along
the path and he waved in my direction, and he walked on towards the
library. I looked around and spotted a girl behind me, about ten yards
away. He must have waved to her, as I don't even know the guy, and I just
shrugged it off thinking, `lucky bitch.'
I walked back towards the cafeteria, and spotted Todd in the queue for
food, and I joined him. "Where's Dale?" I inquired. "Late class," Todd
replied and we got what looked like food, but tasted like shit. (But it is
food, apparently.) Todd pointed out some tables that were free, and we sat
and ate.
"Any potential's yet?" he asked.
"What?" I inquired
"Dates," he whispered.
"Dude, please," I begged.
"Sorry," he said, with a frown on his face.
"Just don't want you getting bored enough to go wandering alone in strange
dark places," he mused.
"Shit head," I bellowed back.
We just kept chatting about random shit, until we spotted Dale coming
towards us. Todd raised his arm so Dale could spot us, and he sat down
looking directly at me.
"Well, got a date yet?" he inquired, staring at me, waiting for me to
answer.
"Don't you fucking start. I've got enough from Dr Phil here," laughing, as
I said it.
And then, there he was again, sitting not four tables away from
us. Sex-on-legs. Christ, he was hot. And those deep blue eyes, like an
ocean first thing in the morning.
"Earth to Josh...Earth to Josh," Todd was laughing as he had spotted my
gaze, and laughed some more.
"Spotted someone have weee???" They found some humour in my discomfort.
I couldn't help but blush. God knows what colour I went, but dark red would
be my guess. We kept on chatting until Todd had to go to his next class,
and said we would see him back at the dorm around four. We agreed to go see
a movie, and hit the pizza place beforehand.
Five minutes later I heard movement from the table sex-on-legs was sitting
at, and I turned. He picked up his tray, placed all his used items on it,
and walked towards the bin behind where we were sitting, and he smiled at
me. Whoa. He smiled at me. He looked at me and smiled at me. His smile was
breath taking and awe-inspiring. He was indeed sex-on-legs, and I don't
even know his name.
I heard the distinct sound of laughter, and I looked over and saw Dale, in
stitches, looking at me.
"What?" I inquired.
"Nothing. But you have it bad. Real bad." More laughing.
"Oh, grow up," I laughed back, playfully punching him on the shoulder,
while watching sex-on-legs walking out of the cafeteria. Knowing he smiled
at me brought a smile to my face.
Dale and I left to attend our final lectures of the day, mine being
engineering 101, and his being architecture. Mine was a two-hour lecture,
but it was subject I loved, and this was the first day for this module of
it. It would be an intense course; one that I was looking forward to, and
from what I have been told there will be plenty of assignments.
I walked into the lecture hall. Not many people had turned up yet, so I
took my chosen seat and waited. I opened a book on engineering, as I loved
this subject. It was a book on who I believe is one of the world's greatest
engineers, Isimbard Kingdom Brunel, and his story was just fascinating to
me.
The hall slowly began to fill up, and then it happened: sex-on-legs walked
in. Is he stalking me? Christ, he was in my geometry class, now my
engineering class. "Is it okay if I sit here?" he asked. I was
speechless. He was Scottish, his accent so slight, but definitely from that
region. "Sure, please." And I gestured for him to sit. "You're in my
geometry class, aren't you?" he inquired, and I replied in the positive.
"Josh," I said. "Calumn," he replied. "No shit!" I blurted out. "Sorry," I
said. "It's a family thing. It gets passed down through the years, and
besides I like it," he responded with that smile. God, that smile is enough
for me to bone up again. What is this guy doing to me? First, my geometry
class boner, now an engineering boner!
I tried to concentrate on what the professor was saying, and take the
appropriate notes. He compiled an engineering blueprint and problems that
arose during the 1947 completion of said project, and wanted an outline of
the possible solution to said problem by this time next week. He instructed
us to find a study partner, as two minds on this problem are better than
one, according to the professor.
"Do you wanna be my partner?" he asked, and so many things were going
through my head at that point, like, `yes, I will marry you,' and things
like that sort, if I was a woman. `Yes, I will have your babies,' `Do you
wanna be my partner?' music to my ears.
"Josh, do you wanna be my partner on this project?" he asked a second time.
"Sorry, miles away. Yeah, sure. Why not." I replied, not wanting to sound
too eager.
"Okay. You wanna grab something to eat, and talk about how we are going to
solve this problem?" he asked.
"Problem? What problem?" I rambled.
"The project. The professor's assignment?" he replied. "You okay, Josh?" he
asked. "Yeah, just a bit distracted," I responded. A bit fucking
distracted! Damn man! You are killing me, I thought to myself.
"So, wanna grab something to eat, and work out study time for this thing?"
he asked, and I just nodded, not trusting my own voice.
Sitting in a small diner outside campus, we started chatting about the
assignment that had been set in our previous class, and it transpired that
his enthusiasm matched my own on this subject, and we had a couple of other
classes in common.
"So, where are you from, Calumn?" I asked, looking at him, waiting for him
to stop chewing so he could answer. "Scarsdale, Illinois, born and bred,"
he replied, with that killer smile of his.
"So, where does the accent come from?" I asked. "My grandparents are from
Kilmarnock, in Scotland. I suppose the accent just stuck with me, even
though I've never left the states," he informed me, and there was that damn
smile, a boner-inducing smile!
"And where do your folks come from?" I asked. His smile vanished, and he
looked away from me, staring at the floor. He responded, with a solemn
sound in his voice, "I live with my grandparents." I did not push the
subject, as by the look on his face it wasn't a subject he wanted to talk
about. So I changed the direction of the conversation.
"Okay. Let's talk project and study time."
"I am free tomorrow, and the following night, if you want to make plans to
study," I told him. And he replied, "Yeah, that sounds cool. Your place,
mine, or the library?" he asked, and I said the library's good for me, and
we made plans to study at 6pm the following night.
I met Todd and Dale outside the pizza joint, and enjoyed a strange pizza
that Dale swears he invented over the summer last year. Let's just say
bananas do not belong on a pizza, so I'm not going near anything he has
`invented' ever again. Engineer, he is certainly not.
We watched a film, with Justin Trousersnake, called "In Time," and it was
actually a good distraction for me, except for the few snide comments
coming from my immature best friends, along the lines of, "You'd do him,
wouldn't you?"
Well yes, but that's beside the point. And I just glared at him, and then
smiled, and he returned the smile, saying, "You slut." He laughed, and I
just playfully, but slightly harder than normal, punched him on his
shoulder, while Todd just shushed us. We acted like scolded school children
getting wrong of teacher. "Sorry, Todd," we both said, with smirks on our
faces.
Back at the dorm, after midnight, Dale had already left, and Todd was
sitting on his bed, staring at me, looking like he wanted to say something
to me but couldn't get the words out.
"What's up?" I asked.
He was silent, looking around the room before talking to me.
"Are you happy, now that we know?"
"I don't know about happy, Todd. But I am glad you know, and haven't
freaked out on me, coz that's what I feared the most. You and Dale turning
your backs on me, that terrified me," I replied.
He shook his head, and then replied to my statement, "Josh, that would
never happen, you should have known that, and trusted us to have your
back. And, like Dale said, when you are ready to be you, and want to come
out, we will support you no matter what, okay?"
I smiled, with emotion coming in my words. "I love you, dude. You and Dale
are the best things in my life, and I can't believe how well you are taking
this, I truly can't."
I started to bubble, just a bit, with my bottom lip shaking
uncontrollably. He stood up, walked over to me and lightly hugged me. "The
feeling's mutual, dude," and he kissed the top of my head. He then sat down
and shocked the fuck out of me with his next statement.
"So, Cooper Street, then. You like giving head down there?" he asked, and I
just looked at him, with a stunned expression on my face.
"I'm not judging, dude, just curious that's all," he continued, "Dale said
you were blowing that guy in the alley, and you were getting off doing it."
And I responded to his question, "It was just a hook-up, nothing more." And
he repeated, "Yeah, but you liked it though, right?" I just lowered my
head, and nodded.
"Shit, I've missed out on so much," he was looking at me, smiling at me
with this shit-faced grin he has.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not knowing his meaning.
"Dude, I'm one of your best friends, and well, let's face it. You admitted
you like giving blowjobs, yes?" I nodded. "Dude, you could have blown me
all through our last two years when I wasn't getting any from that bitch,"
he said, looking at me, with my face going many shades of red in the
process.
"I mean, you would have helped out, dude, wouldn't you?"
I am still looking like a deer stuck in headlights, and totally lost for
words, coz, yeah, okay, I would have given my left nut to suck Todd's dick
in high school. But that was fantasy, and here he is now informing me if I
had come out, or told him at least, I would have been sucking his cock all
through summer.
"Damn!" I blurted out, and then said, "Todd, I would have done anything for
you, you know that." He smiled.
I now went to bed, with two thoughts racing through my head: Sex-on-legs;
what to do about that, and why is he now living with his grandparents. And,
now the revelation that Todd wouldn't have minded me sucking him off when
he wasn't getting any, or at least that's what I thought he meant.
...
The next day went quite fast, three classes, nothing major, and I went home
to get all the materials for my study period with Calumn. God, I hope my
dick stays down; I need to study, and sitting next to sex-on-legs would be
a total distraction. 5.34pm, okay, I will walk to the library, and get the
study started.
I arrived at 5.55pm, and he was already there. He beckoned me over to a
corner desk, and I walked over and sat down. He looked at me. Shit. That
fucking smile. Stop doing that. I need to concentrate, not get all boned
up, I thought to myself.
"Hi, Josh," he said smiling. Stop smiling. You are killing me here, I said
to myself. "Yeah, hi, Calumn," I replied. "Please, just `Cal' will do," he
informed me, and then the bastard smiled at me again. He knew what he was
doing, in my opinion. The guy was the hottest person I'd ever seen, and he
was torturing me with that smile.
We studied for a couple of hours, got a few ideas down on paper, some
possible solutions to the project from 1947, and a few alternatives
regarding the said project that we were quite pleased with. We recorded the
premise of our idea, and then we just chatted about our love of
engineering, and we got a bite to eat at the same diner.
"So, where do you come from, Josh?" he asked, and I replied, "Boston," and
then he smiled. "I am here with my two closest friends," and I told him
about my friendship with Todd and Dale, and our living arrangements. He
listened intently to what I was saying, and then he, like Todd, shocked me.
"Do they know you're gay?" he asked.
Another deer in the headlights moment for me, "Wha..." he cut me off.
"Sorry if I shocked you, Josh. If I am wrong I am sorry. But I have a
vibe. That's all," he informed me.
"Umm...no that's okay. But, yeah, they know. But I didn't know I was that
obvious though," I stated.
"Well, actually you're not. I've just seen how you look at me, that's all,"
he said, without any malice in his voice. And there he goes again, smiling
at me. Damn.
"Sorry, didn't mean anything by it," I said in a quiet voice, just above a
whisper. He then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I like how you look
at me. Don't stop doing it. Okay?"
I couldn't help myself but smile, and didn't know what to say. He just kept
looking at me and smiling. And I informed him that he and my two friends
are the only ones at college that know about my sexuality.
And then he looked down again at the floor, and started to tell me about
his coming out.
"I told my parents when I was 16 that I was gay," he started talking and he
continued without interruption, "They did NOT take it well. My mom shouted
some nasty things to me, and accused me of being an evil sinner, and said I
would burn for it."
His voice was filled with emotion.
"My dad did not say much. He just punched me in the face a few of times,
and kicked me hard when I was down on the floor, with my mom's
encouragement, shouting at Dad to do God's willing. They said I deserved
everything that was coming to me. They disowned me, saying they were
throwing out the trash. And Dad picked me up by my neck and threw me out of
the house, and I cracked my head on the curb. He just slammed the door on
me."
I could not believe what I was hearing from this nice young man, roughly
the same age as me or ever so slightly older. He had gone through so much,
and from the people who are supposed to love him unconditionally. They had
put him through so much pain. I put my hand on his, and he continued
telling me his story.
"A neighbour saw me walking down the street with blood on my face, and
thought I had been mugged. She said she would take me home. I just said
they were not in, and she drove me to the nearest medical facility, and
they treated my cuts and bruises."
I started to well up whilst listening.
"The doctor said they rang the number in my wallet, and the female on the
other end of the phone said `they had no son' and `don't bother them
again,' and I cried. I was 16 and lost."
I asked what happened then. "One of my emergency contacts was my grandpa,"
he said. "Did you tell him what happened?" he nodded, and he continued.
"He saw my face, and demanded to know who did this, and I told him what I
told Mom and Dad, and how they responded, and hoped he would be
different... He was."
He continued, "He came over and wrapped his arms around me, and he cried
that his son could do this to someone so special," Calumn said, with
moisture in his eyes.
And he started to cry, and I took hold of his arm and said, "Come on, let's
take a walk."
And Calumn nodded, and went out the door.
"So go on, Cal. What happened then?" I asked.
"Grandpa contacted the police, to inform them of what my dad had done, with
Mom's encouragement. He was charged with grievous bodily harm and child
abuse. A few days later my grandparents applied for legal guardianship of
me, and I have been there ever since. "And your parents?" I asked. "We
don't talk to them. They send cards at Christmas and birthdays, but Gramps
just throws them in the trash." I just put my arm around his shoulder, as
it just seemed the right thing to do, and we just walked, talking about
ourselves.
The thing is though, I have been in a state of panic regarding my potential
coming out, and the consequences that may entail, and then I see what Cal
went through, and it puts things in a whole different perspective. My
parents are great, always been there for me. I haven't taken the step of
being honest with them, and that's me, not them. I'm not saying it won't be
hard, and that they won't be hurt by my sexuality, but fuck sake, at least
I know for certain they wouldn't abandon me like Cal's had.
"So, we okay for tomorrow night, then Cal?" I asked, and he nodded, and
shit, that smile had returned! Dude, please don't do that, I need to sleep,
and whacking off is all well and good, but with his smile it won't go down,
I said to myself.
I went over and embraced him, and looked into his eyes and said, "Thank you
for sharing." He smiled at me, and I just said to myself, "oh fuck it." I
leaned over and softly placed my lips on his, and he slowly opened his
lips, and my tongue slowly worked its way in and out. Our tongues softly
explored each other, and the kiss became more passionate and erotic. He
lightly moaned in my mouth, and then I heard,
"Dudes, get a fucking room."
I looked up to see Todd going back into the dorm complex. We parted lips
and put our foreheads together, and just exhaled, and then looked at each
other and smiled, and I said "See you tomorrow, okay?" Then I kissed him
again, and as he walked away, he turned around and said,
"Josh, what you doing Saturday night?"
I thought for a split second, and then said, "Nothing that cannot be
changed."
"Wanna come out with me then?" he asked. "On a date?" I inquired. "Yeah,"
he replied, and then I said, "I would like that. I would like that very
much."
He backed away, and then he turned, and I watched as this tall, 6ft, jet
black-haired blue-eyed Adonis walked away. Knowing I had a date. Yes, a
date, with him, on Saturday night. But a study date the following night.
I walked on cloud nine, waiting for the inevitable third degree from
Todd. But I didn't care. I was making progress in my college life. And I
liked it.
To be continued...
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